Site hosted by Angelfire.com: Build your free website today!

Gone

the rising Sun will someday fall
over the sky above, sing.
we talk of fire, he talks, night calls.

sleeping soundly, mother answers all
earth, teaches quiet feeling
thunders, the rising sun will someday

fall, the water teaches, each goes
to his bath dreaming forever.
it could last, night whispers
invites.

little brown bird on the wind
muddy stream above his nose
flowing with the wind.
forever he goes.